#clambake

Ok

(edit: I removed a drawing, the reason why is my friend had trouble with it)

Updating my Clambake design for the first time this year 

Parings: possible colorbunny (Clambake X Herriman)

Basically: Clambake can’t sleep, then something terrible happens

Characters: Clambake, Mr Herriman, Boris the florist (all from Fhfif)

Note(s):

- Clambake and Boris are depicted as (found) siblings in this fan fiction

- This is platonic/found family for Boris and Clam, but I honestly don’t care if you ship them

- When Clambake is talking, the text is either red or blue, when Boris is talking, the text is purple, and when Herriman is talking, it’s plain white with quotation marks!

- Ringo is mentioned, but not in the story, hints his absence in the character list

Tws: Vomit/emetophobia

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It when an ordinary night at Foster’s, and Clambake couldn’t sleep, despite being covered and wrapped in many blankets by himself, instead, he was just thinking about his best friend, Ringo, and some cold water and soda!

“Mm, soda, cold water….” Clambake muttered

Clambake kept thinking about his favorite drinks, until he thought about other things, like, for example, the funny bunny video, the time imaginary pets got to Foster’s, etc. Until he thought of one moment that was so gut wrenching, so disgusting, it made almost every imaginary friend sick. Clambake thought about it more, which obviously didn’t help, eventually, Clambake couldn’t take it anymore.

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From outside of the room, Boris was getting midnight snack, until he heard some noises coming from Clambake’s room. Worried he knocked on the door.

“Little bro, you ok?!” Boris asked

No response, just sounds of throwing up

“What’s happening in there?!” Boris asked again

Still no response

“THAT’S IT! I’M COMING IT!”

At that moment, Boris burst down the door, only to see clambake throwing up, violently, shaking slightly.

“Lil bro…?” Boris just stood there, shocked.

“D-don’t worry! I’ll get a pot!” Boris said

Boris rushed as fast as he could, knowing Clam could throw up again at any given moment.

“Boris, please, hurry” Clambake muttered

Luckily, before he can throw up on the carpet, Boris got the pot at the right time.

“Get some rest, bro.” Boris said calmly.

“Hey Boris!”

“Yes?”

“Can I have some water?”

“Sure!”

Boris went to get water for his sick sibling. He got a backup water just in case.

“Here’s your water!”

“Thanks!”

“Anytime! Now, if you need to throw up, do it in the pot!”

“Night bro, love you.”

“Love you too.”

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Later that day at breakfast, Herriman didn’t see Clambake

“Mr Boris, care to explain where Sir Clambake is?”

“Well, there was an accident last night, so he’s taking some rest.”

“So then, his breakfast shall be delivered to his room.”

Herriman then grabbed Clambake’s breakfast, consisting of two pancakes with syrup on top, bacon, and plain milk. Then opened his door.

“Sir Clambake, since you are sick, I decided to bring you your breakfast.” Herriman said, surprisingly calm.

“Thanks Herriman…” Clambake replied, looking like he was about to throw up again.

“Anytime.” Herriman replied.